burning down the house

It was champs farewell party last night, and i had no idea what i was up for. There must be around a hundred different individuals cramped into my small place at one time or the other. It was a blessing in disguise that the body heat of all these people have made my living room a personal sauna, thus making the place- borderline intolerable to stay for more than 30 minutes. Other people we're smarter, they made way into my bedroom which the airconditioner was like an oasis in a desert.

He had rented this thing called "sober club" which is a service that comes with its own bar and bartenders and shotglasses with of a variety of alcoholic mixtures filled to the rim. The rows of different colored drinks we're a fascinating sight to behold(picture here) and the guests we're just gulping shot after shot after shot like it was crack. Naturally, a few of them were already completely drunk and making a fool of themselves even before midnight. Champ kept worrying about the disaster potential of my place after the party, i told him that whats important that we give you a proper sendoff and that everyone is enjoying themselves--but you have to clean up all apparent vomit afterwards...i don't do vomit

It was a revelation that this guy had so many friends, always thought that the poker quorum constitutes 90% of his posse. We were actually the minority, our common friends dissappeared into a mob of strangers. Most of which are his college friends, media people and a few who approached yoga rockstar mentioning her name and making small talk, only to tell me that she cant recall how she knows them--yoga and alcohol does damage to your memory center.

Our regular rockband group had created a small following of clueless fans after playing a few songs on the machine. Those clueless fans then started to turned against us- after getting tired of playing vicariously thru is for an hour or two, they inititally, asked nicely that they want to actually play the damn game and then when they felt that we aren’t easily going to give them the opportunity to be the crowd-drawers, they eventually grabbed our plastic instruments when we weren’t looking. So these posers started their attempt at imaginary rockstar glory...in the middle of their songs, someone playfully screamed "thats not how you sing that boston tune! the song is called 'more than a feeling' for a reason!"

Everyone had loads of fun nevertheless. Got to meet a lot of fascinating new people bringing with them interesting conversation. Carol brought her new british friend, who by the middle of the night has accumulated several groupies on the account of her accent-it came to a point that they were making her read out loud anything that they can grab to.

By the time the 2 boxes of pizza, 3 platters of coldcuts, 4 bottles of vodka, close to a thousand shots of mixed aloholic drinks and a a guest who slept thru the party because he got wasted way too early dissapeared , I asked champ if he enjoyed his party, he says he sure did despite being a little bummed that the people who he expects to be there, namely colleagues from his line of work. I say "fuck them" , these are the finer moments that you know who your true friends are and probably they're just extremely jealous that your going to be in a whole different level when you get to new york and eventually make it big there, most people in your industry seem to be pretentious assholes anyway.

Cheers champ, here's to the few of the all around nicest guys i've ever met...now clean up that vomit in the bathroom